♡ Leila ♡

My blood went cold.

“What do you mean he broke into my house?” My voice came out thin and sharp. “Jesus— is he dead?”

I edged closer despite myself, my heart pounding. “I—I don’t—”

Cain rolled his eyes, folding his arms like this was all an inconvenience. “I told you he’s not dead, girl. Why do you even care about him?”

I didn’t answer. I crouched just enough to look at the man sprawled on my floor, his chest rising and falling. Then I straightened ...